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Geena's Life Ch. 01

By: justgeena



My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. This story is the beginning of my strange journey. The many that follow, will make very clear just how un-normal my life is. Please don't misunderstand me. I truly love my parents. Even today, when I can look back on my life and find the clues as to why I am so out of the ordinary, I truly love them. After all they created me. Not simply the act of copulation and eventually birthing. That stuff doesn't take much imagination. No, I mean raising children- me, and my little brother for that matter. Now there is where imagination kicks in. I think it took most of my eighteen years to realize just how unique my life has been. 

My Dad's name is Brian. I was never exactly sure what he did for a living, I guess he matches people up who should be doing business together, something like that. I realize now that he does very well at it anyway. You know how it is. When you are young, you never really realize whether you are wealthy or poor. You are what you are, and it's just normal. I guess we weren't especially rich, but we were pretty well off. Anyway Dad traveled a lot- he still does. 

He was always this guy who would pop in and out of my life, and Mom was the steady everyday influence. Not an especially good one, but always there. Still, Dad was the king of his castle, a strong disciplinarian, clearly in charge. He is a very big guy, always with a stern face. He is a gentle giant, who could transform into a cold despot when the need arose. We all understood that, even Mom, so it was easier to submit to Dad's will. I liked the gentle giant and worked hard to keep him that way.

Kathy, my Mom, is a beautiful lady, a typical southern belle. Prim and proper outside the home, she is a different person within. She is a conventional stay at home mom. In no other way is she traditional. She is submissive to my Dad. Just as subject to his punishments as we were. But she lorded power over Todd and me more sadistically than Dad- at least early on. Mostly she loves, but in my early years she could change in a heartbeat if she thought she needed to. For her, punishment meant humiliation, more than pain. 

Unlike my Mom, I want to be a professional Lady, with a career, life and friends of my own. But much akin to mom, I am attracted to strong men. Who knows how all that will work out?

This story is the recollection of the most powerful event of my youth. It was the last time my daddy punished me and the only time he did it in front of anyone outside of the family: My best friend Linda.

Linda and I had grown to be very good friends. I don't think there is much in this life that is more special than to have a best friend. Through the years I have had a few, but none like Linda. Maybe it is a little bit of nostalgia for a simpler time in life- childhood. In any case, this story is special to me because it is an experience that Linda and I shared. We did a lot of things together, some of them good things and lots of not so good things. This story has a little of both.

Linda and I had parent's who believed in corporal punishment and we each got our share. Of course the punishments were separate in the privacy of our own homes. Afterward we would tell each other what we got. Linda always had it worse. 

Daddy always spanked me on my behind. When I was little he used his hand. As I got older he used other instruments: Usually a paddle that he kept for the purpose. He never used a belt. Consequently, the worse I had to show for it was a red behind. Sometimes it hurt pretty bad and for a long time, but never worse than that. I think the shame was a lot worse, especially as I got older. I know most friends didn't still get spankings. Except Linda.

Linda's Dad was worse. We would show each other our "battle scars" after we got a whooping, and sometimes hers were pretty bad. Now a days, I suppose parents couldn't do that. Back then maybe it was more common. Linda would have "stripes" on her ass and sometimes on the back of her thighs or lower back. Maybe he just wasn't a good aim. It was very scary though, and I always treated her Dad with the up most respect. He seemed really nice, but I knew he could punish like no one else- even Daddy.

This will be the only story of my childhood. I only include it so you can better understand where I am today. This happened when Linda and I were 18. As I said before, Linda and I were comfortable enough around each other to show the proof of our punishments. This was not a sexual thing; we were just OK with that. Even as we grew older and played a little, "you show me yours, and I'll show you mine", it was not a sexual thing. More of a curiosity of youth. And of course, we always talked about boys.


On this particular day, a Saturday, we spent the day at her house while he parent's were away. The day was glorious. We shared a little wine we found in her parent's fridge; danced a little, singing along to the songs, it was great. We got tired of all that after a while and Linda had a new idea.

"Let's try on some of my Mom's stuff." Linda decided.

"You think it's OK?" I replied with thoughts of her Dad's anger if we were ever caught.

The plan was for Linda to eat supper at my house that night because her parent's wouldn't be home until later that night. It seemed safe.

"Why not," I reluctantly replied,

We went upstairs to her mom's room and started rifling through her walk in closet. She had so much stuff, I couldn't believe it. We tried on a few things, but quickly got bored. 

"Old geezer clothes," I laughed.

"She's got some sexier stuff Geena, if your game."

"Really?" Like what."

"Well, let's see." Linda pulled out a blue negligee. Still on the hanger, it was hard to tell, but I didn't think it would cover much.

"That would look great on you Linda," I offered. A ploy to get her to go first, which she clearly understood.

"OK and here's yours." Linda handed me a red negligee. It was two pieces and wouldn't cover much more. I did look good in red though and wanted to see my self in this sexy outfit.

We did the whole bit with makeup, heels, the works. I really looked naughty and it was so cool. We had so much fun with that. After checking each other out we sat on her parent's bed, still in our outfits, and talked.  Linda, who always wants to shock me, asked me about masturbation. 

"You want to do it?" Linda asked.

"What, masturbate, are you serious?"

Linda didn't answer, but just started touching herself. I hesitated a moment but decided to lie back and do the same.

"What is going on here?"

The moment came to a sudden end. It was her mom. She ran over to the stereo and turned it off. Then she repeated the question, "What is going on young lady?"

I was frozen with terror. I actually didn't know what to do. Then I realized she had a half of bottle of wine in her hand. 

'Damn,' I remembered, we didn't put the wine away.

"Well, don't both answer at once!"

"Sorry Mom'" was all Linda could offer.

I could offer even less. I sat there looking at Linda. I didn't want to look at her Mom. I think I was more scared than embarrassed- until her Dad walked in the room. He didn't say a thing, but I saw the anger in his face.

"I'm sorry", Linda offered again.

Her Dad left the room. I wished I could escape as well, but I was just trapped there waiting to see how this would play out. Her mom reached back and slammed the door. 

"Take off my things and clean up this room!" "Right now!" "Both of you!"

I finally found the ability to move and jumped off the bed to help Linda pick up the other clothes. I heard the door close and looked up to see that her Mom had left.

"We're in trouble, aren't we" I offered.

"Yeah," was Linda's meager reply. "Let's get this stuff put away, and then you better go home".

We picked up all the clothes, put away the makeup, and put the tapes away. The room looked pretty good.

We changed quickly, and put the last of her mom's stuff away.

Linda peaked out her mom's bedroom door.

"It's OK, I don't hear them." "Let's go to my room."

I had a sense of relief as he went to her room. When we got there, I felt the rush of cool air, as I notice her bedroom window was wide open. Linda ran to her closet and didn't seem surprised to see it empty. The drawers were empty as well as she went over to the window and looked down. She turned to me and pointed to the ground.

"She threw your stuff out the window?

She just nodded.

Suddenly her mom came in her room. We stood there.

"You trashed my clothes, I just returned the favor". Now your father has gone over to Geena's parent's to talk to them. He will be back in less than thirty minuets so I suggest you finish cleaning this house- starting with the kitchen"

"Yes Ma'am," Linda offered.

Linda walked out of the bedroom and I followed close behind. We didn't say a word until I reached the walk-in closet.

We worked quickly without saying a word to each other. We had motivation: To finish before her Dad and my parent's no doubt, returned. We cleaned the kitchen together, and then Linda hit the Living Room while I got her bedroom. 

Clothes! We forgot about Linda's clothes out side!

"Hurry, let's go," Linda said as she ran out the door. 

I followed close behind. The clothes had scattered quite a bit, some in bushes, a couple in the tree. We ran up stairs and started putting them away. 'This would take forever,' I thought. We were still putting her clothes away when we heard her dad and apparently my parents' come to the door. We continued working and managed to finish before her Mom returned to Linda's room. My mom was with her.

"Come downstairs" her Mom said as both of them walked out the door.

Quickly we walked down the stairs. All four parents were waiting in the living room. My parents both sat on the sofa; Linda's mom on the chair, and her Dad, just standing in the center of the room. The coffee table was curiously moved away from in front of the sofa. I tried to gauge the expression on my Dad's face, but wasn't sure how mad he was. I didn't look Linda's dad in the eyes at all, but suddenly I remembered the stripes on her ass. Now I was scared.

We stood side by side and were lectured for some time. Occasionally the lecture would stop long enough for us to explain ourselves. The explanations were never good enough. We were drinking. We trashed the house. We made a mess of her mom's clothes. We violated her mom's privacy. We did unspeakable things on her parent's bed. The list went on and on.

"What do you think is a suitable punishment?" We were asked.

Normal kids might get grounded, lose allowance, got to bed without supper. There was no chance of any of that. We were getting punished the only way our parent's thought appropriate. It was then I realized we would be punished together. The room was set up, Dad had his paddle, and Linda's dad had that awful strap.

I felt my strength begin to retreat when my mom and Linda's mom left the room. Dad stood up and walked over to me. He stood towering over me, paddle in hand. He motioned for me to go over to the couch. I stood facing the couch. Dad was behind me, and somewhere behind him were Linda and her dad. Suddenly I felt the strength of his huge hand behind my neck force me into position. 

I was leaning forward, forearms and head lying on the cushion supporting my upper body. This was humiliating, I was 18 and my best friend was about to watch as I was spanked. Suddenly I felt the tug of my daddy grabbing my shorts and pulling them down. I could feel that my panties had been pulled low and my ass was partially exposed. This lasted only a second as they too were pulled to the floor.

"This is for disobeying my rules." The emphasis on 'my' was lost at the moment.

Smack! The first strike of Dad's paddle hit my behind. I didn't cry out, that was good.

Smack! Smack! Several more. It hurt but I was holding it back. Finally it was over.

"Get up and stand over by Linda."

I reached done and pulled up my panties as I stood up. "Ouch" that hurt. I managed to pulled up my shorts and quietly take my position beside Linda.

Linda took her position in front of the couch. She dropped her shorts and panties before she leaned over in position. She knew the routine. I had never seen this before, never realized just how exposed I had been only a moment before. I averted my eyes as I knew this would be painful.

It was. Linda did not hold back when her dad swung that strap and contacted her ass. I cringed each time. He went on for a while, at least it seemed that way. When it was silent, I turned back to see Linda still in position. Her butt was red; I saw marks clearly across from cheek to cheek. She was still whimpering. 

"That was for disobeying my rules!" her dad said. "Now stand beside Geena". 

Linda did not pick up her shorts. Her dad just kicked them aside as she stood up. Linda covered her front and stood beside me, still whimpering.

"Now Geena," Dad began. "You also violated this home with your behavior." For that, you will receive you punishment from Linda's father.

I just stared at him for a moment. 'How could he do that,' I wondered. Was he really going to let that happen to me? I looked at Linda. Her cheeks were wet with tears. I looked back at my daddy. There was would be no reprieve. Bravely I walked over to the couch and stood, looking over my shoulder to my dad. 'I would be brave,' I thought. Dad just nodded.

I pulled down my pants, panties and all and let them fall to my ankles. I am not sure why I did it that way. I assumed it was expected of me. 

I bent over, suddenly remembering how exposed Linda had looked only moments ago. I was mortified. How many times has my daddy seen me like this? I never knew he had seen so much. Now Linda's dad had the same view. I assumed Linda did as well.

I tried to brace for that first hit, expecting tremendous pain from that strap.

Smack!

I heard myself cry out. 

It hurt. It was a sharp stinging pain and it really hurt. More followed, and try as I might, I couldn't hold back. I was crying like a baby, but the pain was unbearable. I forgot about my embarrassment. Nothing mattered at this moment but the pain of each powerful blow. I squirmed as I had seen Linda do. My ass was on fire, and I needed to move around just to keep the flame down.

When it ended, I realized, I had probably been spared half the number my friend received. 'How did she ever bear it,' I thought.

"Get up, and join Linda." Linda's Dad's voice was calm, very matter of fact. It was a command I did not hesitate to obey.

I stood up slowly. I felt his foot between my legs standing on my shorts, so I placed my hands in front of my pubic hair and walked over to Linda. It was a useless gesture at this point. I had been so mortified that nothing else seemed to matter at that moment.

More lecture. I felt the throbbing of my ass, the humiliation of the spectacle I must have been, and the shame of my present state. I wasn't listening. I had made it through the ordeal, it was downhill from here.

Both our Dads left the room when the lecture was over, so that we could get our clothes back on. Linda grabbed her clothes, turned briefly to me in acknowledgement and left for her room. I was alone and had no choice but to put on my pants over my still throbbing behind. All four parents returned moments later and I was subject to several awkward moments before we finally went home.

I was sent to my room where I could reflect on this day. It was probably the most memorable day of my young life. So many emotions: The highs of the fun I had with my best friend; the erotic nature of our little mischief; the humiliation of our shared punishment. This was a day I would always remember.

Geena's Life Ch. 02



Carl was my first long term lover. I met Carl in my freshman year of Nursing School when I was 18 and Carl was 19. 

I don't know that I was ever really in love with Carl, but I did love him in a special way. We were the best of friends and I trusted him enough to know he would never hurt me- emotionally or physically. Through him I discovered a lot about myself and He will always be special for that reason.

Carl and I dated for three years and so we had a lot of opportunity to experiment sexually. This was all new for me and I enjoyed the exploration. He was imaginative and loved to role play. I found I was able to put myself in many roles, though some I enjoyed more than others. I discovered I loved to be restrained during sex and to be forcefully taken. We experimented with light spanking which I also found erotic. Early on, this light BDSM was really just a part of our sexual adventures, but I found them to be intoxicating.

Submission, as a role play, is something that happened apart from our sexual life though. To my surprise, it was also something that I was surprised to discover happened at my prodding.

One day after we got into a fight, I approached him to apologize. As is often the case, it was a silly thing we had had an argument over. Unfortunately we left it unresolved overnight. I hate that feeling, when there is something unresolved between two people who care about each other: That cloud that exists, that drains you emotionally until the issue is resolved.

I don't even think I was wrong, but I was truly sorry that I let the argument get to the point of upsetting him so. I told him I was sorry that I had gotten him so upset. He kind of muttered something about accepting my apology, but I knew he was still angry, that he didn't really let it go.

Like many men, he had kind of a childish way of not really being able to accept an apology and moving on. It had been a day or so and I had been through the issue emotionally and was ready to move on. He just sat on his bed and pouted.

I can't really recall what was going on in my mind at the time, but I walked into his closet and pulled out the paddle we used during our sexual adventures. I walked over to Carl, faced turned down and handed it to him. 

"I'm really really sorry," I said.

He just sat there looking at me for a minute. He didn't look angry, but he didn't know quite what to make of it.

I turned around and walked over to the desk. I couldn't hear him move but I imagined he still had that look of uncertainty on him. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, then pushed the jeans and panties down to my ankles. I stood back up and bent over on the desk, supporting my upper body with my arms.

Nothing happened for a minute or so, and I suddenly feared that I had blown it. Maybe he thought I was a freak or something. The longer he waited the more foolish I felt. It would be really awkward to have to pull up my clothes and face him again.

Finally I heard him get up from the bed and walk over to me. 

"What are you sorry about, Linda," he spoke rather sternly.

At first I though he didn't get it. Was he trying to start the argument again? That had happened before with him and with others and I always hated it. Just when you think the argument is winding down, they try to jump start it.

"That I have displeased you Carl."

It was my attempt to fold. I wanted to give him the power in the situation- for him to take control.

"And you want me to punish you?" He continued.

Was he being sarcastic? I couldn't be sure. Was he being condescending or maybe he was a little incredulous. In my position, I could see the expression on his face. I just took a chance.

"Yes."

"Then tell me," he commanded.

Excitement was starting to build up in me. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew it was what I wanted. He was quiet and hurt, and I was the one who hurt him. Certainly he should punish me for that.

"Carl, I am sorry that I upset you and I want you to punish me." It came out naturally, very sincere- and it was.

'Smack!' He didn't wait long after my answer and I cried out in surprise.

'Smack!' Another strike, a little harder I thought. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

He kept on spanking me and with the sting of each blow, I let out a cry. Not sure if I was supposed to keep quiet, or count, or exactly what I was supposed to be doing, I just whimpered like a little girl. 

Thoughts were running through my mind, interrupted by sharp blows to my behind. I deserved this punishment and it was making me better. I was embarrassed by the feeling of submitting so completely to one my own age. But somehow I liked this feeling.

My ass was burning and my mind was racing. I know I was crying louder than I should. Finally it was over- at least there was a long pause.

I heard Carl walk away and apparently climb onto his bed. He said nothing and the room was mostly silent. 

I realized I must have looked silly still in my position: Whimpering like a baby, standing over his desk, stripped from the waist down. I waited for instructions.

"Are you OK?" Carl asked.

I stood up, not sure if that was the thing to do. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Yes, Thank-you."

I am not sure why I said that, but I didn't know what else to say. It was an awkward moment for two teenagers I guess. This wasn't really one of our role plays, it meant a lot more. So I waited.

"Leave your pants there and go stand in the corner." Carl commanded.

I stood there for a second or two, pants around my ankles still facing away from my boyfriend. I considered what to do next. I had thought this was over. I got my spanking, and though it was very painful, I had somehow enjoyed it. Certainly this little diversion was over now. At the same time, I felt like that little girl again. Strict Obedience was expected.

"Linda, go over to the corner."

My head was pointing down, still not sure if I should comply, until I felt myself slowly moving to the corner. As I moved I let my sandals slip off my feet and pulled my legs out of the pile that was my clothes. I was no longer crying, but my cheeks were still wet. I left my jeans and panties behind and took my place in the corner, placing my forehead against the wall.

Did I feel silly, or was this a more natural thing for me. I can't really recall all the thoughts in my head on that day, but I know that I complied freely with his instructions.

The silence was broken by the sound of Carl's TV. I could hear him flicking through the channels until he settled on some sort of sports- baseball I think.

That was it I guessed. He decided to further humiliate me by leaving me standing in the corner of his dorm room, stripped to the waist, and simply go about his business.

His dorm room. Suddenly it hit me that we were in his dorm. He had a private room, but dorms were not really all that private, and I was sitting here pretty well exposed. How embarrassing that would be if one of our friends walked in the room. Would he let them come in? Would he leave me standing there?

None of those things happened that day, but the thought of them left me standing uncomfortable for what I think was thirty minutes or so. That made the whole thing all the more exciting for me.

Carl and I did not really fall into a D/s relationship, but we did repeat similar events on occasion. I think for him it was really still role playing, although we inserted real life drama into the situations. He probably never understood the depths of control he could have exerted over me had he chosen to do so. It would take a special person and many more experiences until I would find someone who could.

My relationship with Carl lasted for three years and during that time we got more and more adventuresome in our sexual role playing. My favorite roles were submissive of course, but we played many. Carl seemed to enjoy them all.

I tried my turn at being a Top, and was apparently pretty good at it. It could be a fun diversion, but not a lifestyle for me: I preferred being the sub. The scenes were just sexual play, like the cop pulling over the young coed: It was fun, but it was still just a game.

My fantasy had always been one of complete control. I always imagined completely submitting to the will of another over my own free will. I guess that was my fantasy. It didn't even have to involve sex. Actually most of the fantasies didn't really involve sex, but I did find them erotic. I am not sure if that makes sense, but the two have always been separate, but still related somehow.

The most memorable event I had with Carl occurred on a weekend during my junior year at Vermont College and Carl and I decided to spend two days up in Killington Vermont. We are both green trail skiers, but we just like the idea of a romantic time together in a snowed-in lodge up in the mountains. Carl made it extra special by announcing that I would be his submissive for the entire weekend. I was excited about the prospect.

Carl picked me up on Friday afternoon at my dorm room and I was excited to begin our weekend of fun. My roommate Cindy was in on our plans and excited for me as well. She was helping me pack as Carl banged on the door.

"So when do we begin?" I asked him when he entered the room.

Carl was standing in the doorway, with what looked like an empty gym bag in hand. He looked over at my suitcase, backpack, and ski gear, then back to me.

"We have already begun, but you are not yet packed for the trip," He replied.

"I have everything right here," I answered, pointing at the gear I had all ready to go. I could see the interest in Cindy's eyes. She thought it was a little perv, but kind of interesting.

"I don't think so. First of all, you have way too many clothes". Carl picked up my suitcase as heaved it up on the bed, opened it, and just shook his head.

"Take off your clothes," He commanded.

I was anxious to get on the road and not sure, I wanted to begin with this diversion. Cindy had seen me naked before, but I didn't particularly want to put on a show for her. Still, I complied, assuming Cindy would excuse herself. She didn't.

I stripped down to bra and panties, but Carl stood waiting for me to finish. Reluctantly, I completed the job and soon stood naked wondering what was next.

"Drink this before we leave, you will need it," He instructed.

I grabbed the pint size bottle of Seven-Up and took a small sip. It was mostly soda, but just a bit of Gin I think.

"We have plenty of time, but at that rate we won't get to Killington until after lunch," He said with a little chuckle.

I wanted to object, but felt a silly enough just standing there naked with the two of them watching me. I took several more gulps while Cindy and Carl began a conversation about nothing in particular. Every once in a while they would prod me along, but then go back to their conversation. Finally I had completed my task.

"Put on your ski outfit" he commanded, no shoes or socks, but everything else.

With relief, I quickly got dressed.

"Goggles, hat, come on, we don't have all day," He continued.

He walked back over to the open suitcase on the bed, without waiting for me to complete the task. Soon he was rifling through my suitcase and selecting a few items and throwing them in the empty bag he still held grasped in His hand. I noticed He wasn't saving many things: Lingerie, a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a few other odds and ends. He tossed my shower clogs over to me and motioned for me to put them on. I heard Cindy giggle in the background. The two of them were selecting my clothes for the weekend and apparently enjoying themselves. Carl finally closed the suitcase and put in on the floor beside the bed.

"You won't need any of this," He declared, motioning to the door, "Time to go."

Well, as sure as I was that I looked pretty silly, this was confirmed by the look on Cindy's face as I led Carl out the door. It gets pretty cold in February in Vermont and I could feel the chill on my feet as we exited the dorm and made our way down the walk to Carl's truck. There was a little slush on the sidewalk, which was now making its way between my feet and my shower clogs. Fortunately Carl was parked nearby.

The trip to Killington would take a good hour and a half and I was glad to get on the road. Carl took off his jacket and turned up the heat while I stretched my feet forward to warm them on the vent under the dash. I was pretty quiet as we left the College Campus and Drove through town. Montpelier is kind of a quaint little town, and I loved it, but it was always nice to get away.

It took only a few minutes to get to the highway, but the truck was already becoming quite warm by the time we reached the highway. Carl bypassed the 89 South sign and kept on traveling. Apparently he decided to take the back road- a longer and less comfortable trip. 

Carl handed me a flask. I was obviously not very thirsty, but it was not a gesture of politeness, he wanted me to drink it. I already felt a little buzz from before, but was shocked at the taste of the drink I was now offered. It was Gin and tonic again, but much stronger.

"It's a little hot in here," I said quietly.

"I'm pretty comfortable," Carl replied. "But feel fee to take off your ski suit." He continued with a slight smirk.

"Can I just open it or at least take off this hat and goggles?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so, it's an all or nothing- and finish the drink."

I chose to remain clothed. Carl had an old truck, but it could kick up some heat. He had driven 20 minutes to get to Vermont College so the truck had really already been warmed up by the time he arrived. By the time we reached Northfield, I was already beginning to perspire in my suit and realized I also had to pee.

The road was winding and bumpy and we still had a long way to go. I can usually hold it a long time, but was already beginning to feel pressure on my bladder. That combined with the heat was making me very uncomfortable.

It was beginning to snow as we made our way along route 12, but the wet snow melted as soon as it hit the warm windows. My goggles were fogged up and water was beginning to accumulate from the sweat on my face. I was beginning to get drunk and I knew I wouldn't make it to the lodge.

"Carl, I have to Pee" I pleaded, hoping we could stop at Carl's campus

"You can hold it, only an hour or so now."

We continue on, and I did manage to hold- all the way through Randolph, our last opportunity before we really got in the back woods. Finally, I decided I could wait no longer. "Carl, I'm serious, I can't hold it any longer."

"Fine with me, I'll find a place to stop."

About ten minutes later, Carl pulled off to a side road and into the woods. He stopped the truck and turned to me.

"We can stop, but you will have to be punished for making us late," He said.

"Yes, anything, just please let me go."

"You will need to take off your ski suit, but you can go out there with your shower clogs on."

I was in no position to argue and frantically undid my suit and pulled it off. It was awkward getting the suit off inside the cab of his truck. My skin was wet with perspiration, but it felt great to get it off. I slipped my clogs back on and grabbed the handle and pushed open the door.

I ran around to the front of the truck, figuring that would be the warmest place and might provide me with t a little privacy. The cold blast of air was worse than expected and I knew I couldn't last long outside this way. When I arrived to my chosen location, Carl was standing there ogling me with a look of anticipation on his face.

At this point, I didn't care, let him get his jollies. I squatted down and released. Despite the cold snow falling on my upper back, it felt wonderful. I looked at Carl and for the first time felt some embarrassment at my predicament. I didn't care that much. I stood up and started to turn back to the truck.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Carl asked.

"Carl, I'm getting cold." I stood knees together arms across my chest and hunched over just a bit.

"Then let's get on with it." He took off his gloves and handed them to me.

"No sense in getting frost bite now hands on the bumper and let's get started."

I turned around and bent over to reach the bumper. I could feel the snow on my back and was shivering, by the time of the first blow. My ass was cold, but quickly warmed under the assault of his bare hand. He continued for a while and it was no longer a fun diversion. I was crying when he finally stopped. Carl said nothing, but just walked away and got back in the truck.

I took this as a signal and quickly climbed back in the passenger side. Carl had turned on the truck and the heat felt good. I struggled in my haste to get the suit back on, but finally managed as he was backing up back onto the main road.

I was sat whimpering staring out the window. My rear end was very sore and I squirmed trying to find a comfortable position. Carl struck up a conversation as though nothing at all had just happened. It seemed the longest part of the trip and I discovered I had lost the buzz from the alcohol. 

We arrived just before lunch and checked in. For a few minutes it seemed we were just a couple again and he was very polite. Once we checked in Carl declined help with our bags, but instead motion for me to carry them. We got a few strange looks, but I didn't really care.

I managed Carl's suitcase and my bag and was glad to be in the room.

"We are going to hit the slopes in a few minutes, but first I want to fuck." Carl announced.

"O.K.," was all I could manage, a little surprised by his choice of words.

"O.K., what is that?"

"Yes Master," I replied, giving him what I thought he was looking for.

"Take off you clothes and put my things away, then get on the bed," He commanded.

"Yes Master" I wasn't real sure about this anymore. I was a little emotionally drained from the ride up and wished, a little bit, that we had opted for a more romantic weekend. Still I stripped down and began putting the clothes away in silence. Carl just sat on the chair and watched. When I was done, I climbed up on the bed and lay on my side facing Carl.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Carl asked.

I rolled and sat up. "Yes Master," I meekly replied. I was holding back tears, but I wasn't sure why.

"Then tell me," Carl said, raising his voice a little.

"I want you to fuck me Master."

Carl stood up and walked over to the bed. He held several scarves in his hand and I realized He intended to restrain me to the bed. I lay back down and reached my arms up over my head. He tied one arm to each head post and commanded me to spread my legs. I did as I was told and soon was tied spread eagle on the bed. Carl left the room and returned from the bathroom a few minutes later with a towel, comb, scissors, razor and shaving crème. He slid the towel under my still sore ass and I realized he intended to shave my pubic hair.

I had never shaved all my hair down there before and somehow the fact that he intended to force something so personal upon me, was a little exciting. He first combed my pubic hair and began trimming off the largest portion. From my position, I couldn't watch, but I could feel the gentle sprinkle of hair fall on me as he cut it off.

Carl once more left for the bathroom and returned with a wet face cloth. He places it over my pussy and I discovered with delight that it was very warm. He left it there and went to retrieve some hot water in a glass. It was a glorious feeling to be lathered up and shaved down there by another person. 

When Carl completed his task he set aside his instruments and got undressed. I was not surprised that he was already very hard and I was ready for him to take me.




Geena's Life Ch. 02



"Do you like to suck cock?" He asked.

This was getting to be a little roller coaster of emotions for me and suddenly I realized I was back to being his toy.

"Yes Master, I like to suck cock"

"Then beg me to let you do it"

"Please Master, let me suck you cock," I pleaded.

This continued for a few moments while he climbed up on the bed and straddled my body. As he lowered his cock toward my mouth I had to arch my neck up to meet him. He grabbed my head and forced himself inside my mouth.

He didn't last long at all and squirted cum inside my mouth and on my face. I didn't care for the taste and never like to swallow, but I knew it was expected. He groaned as I sucked the remaining cum of his penis and then he pulled away.

He untied my right hand, then grabbed a drink and sat back down on the chair.

"It's your turn to cum," He announced moving his chair to the end of the bed.

I waited a moment before I realized he expected me to masturbate for him. This I had never done in front of a guy before and I was a little uncomfortable with him just sitting their leering at my pussy. None the less I complied as best I could using my free hand. I started out slow and a little inhibited, but slowly got into it. I surprised my self by reaching orgasm in this somewhat awkward position.

When I was finished I just laid there on the bed oblivious to the fact that Carl was still there watching in fascination. When he untied me we had sex again, but this time he pushed by legs up toward my face and entered me with powerful thrusts until he came. I didn't climax that second time, but it was still enjoyable.

When he was finished he lay on top of me and whispered in my ear: "This is just the beginning of our weekend"

Carl and I finally got out to the slopes by mid afternoon. He was able to change gears a lot faster than I was. As we headed back to the truck to pick up our ski gear he was very jovial as he walked ahead in a quick pace. I wondered what was going through his mind, but there was no clue in his demeanor. I lowered myself to do whatever he had wanted, now I wondered if it had changed his feelings for me. 

The snow was still falling, but the temperature had dropped considerably, so that it was a more granular snow. The tiny, almost pellet like flakes made a slight noise as they bounced off my suit. Carl didn't seem to notice. I had nothing on underneath my suit, but for the moment at least it didn't matter: I was not cold, at least not yet.

We skied for a couple of hours, but quickly lost daylight. I thought it just as well, since I was beginning to get cold. Back at the clubhouse I thawed out, while Carl disappeared. This was not that unusual- Carl is a very outgoing person, with lots of friends. No doubt he met someone and had struck up a conversation.

After some time of sitting quietly alone, Carl returned and confirmed my suspicions. He had met up with a fellow cadet, Steve, and made plans for the three us to eat dinner together. This was never meant to be a romantic weekend, but I was none the less disappointed. I put on a happy face though and headed back to the room with Carl to get ready to go out.

"Put away this gear and I'll meet you in the room," Carl instructed. He didn't wait for a response, but turned and went back in the direction he came from- back with Steve for another drink no doubt.

I managed the skis and made my way back to our room. Once inside, I decided to tidy up the place, as we had left it a mess from our escapades earlier in the day. I looked more closely at the meager inventory of clothes Carl had packed for me and tried to find something I could wear tonight. 'No panties, no bras, great,' I thought. I laid out the pair of jeans a button down shirt, and a pair of white socks, and stripped off my suit.

I peeked out the curtain- no sign of Carl. I decided to go ahead and take a warm shower. My butt was still red I noticed, but not too bad. I took a long look at my now shaven pussy. This was such a strange site: I looked like a little girl and smiled at myself. I enjoyed a hot steamy shower and thought maybe this weekend will pretty nice after all.

I was dressed and ready by the time Carl returned- alone thankfully. I had no make-up, no jewelry, no hairdryer, but he thought I looked great. I appreciated the compliment.

"Steve won't be having dinner with us, but we'll meet him at the club," Carl declared.

"That's fine." I said, but thought it better than fine. I liked Scott enough, but didn't always like Carl when he was with Scott. A quiet dinner together would be fine and with a few drinks I could tolerate the boys being boys.

Dinner was as enjoyable as I had hoped. The designated driver, I chose not to drink, but Carl had a couple Molsons. He was complimentary on my behavior so far and expressed hope that I would continue to please him. I assured him that I intended to do my best and he seemed happy to hear that.

We left the restaurant and headed down to the club. I was a little underdressed, but relaxed once we started dancing. I love to dance and though Carl is not the best, he at least makes an effort. We enjoyed a few dances before Steve showed up. Carl seemed relieved and asked Steve to 'take me for spin'. 

I knew Carl wanted a break and probably another beer, so I didn't mind. Steve was actually a much better dancer and it was always fun. The third dance was slow and I looked around hoping Carl would have made it back. 

"You want to go find Carl?" Steve asked, apparently sensing my reluctance.

"No, Steve, that's OK, he may be gone for a while." I didn't mind dancing with Steve, but I just knew Carl preferred slow dancing.

"Carl told me about your little arrangement this weekend," Steve informed me soon after we began.

If it had been a little lighter, I am sure he would have seen the embarrassment on my face. I wondered just how much he had told him, and why in the world would he do that.

"It's OK," Steve broke the silence, "I think it's pretty cool, and don't worry about it."

I didn't say anything, but I felt much violated. What I did, I did for Carl, and I was uncomfortable with Steve knowing this. Finally I just stopped.

"I have to go to the ladies room." I didn't wait for a response, but just walked away.

After several minutes of contemplation, I returned to find Carl and Steve together. I figured Steve would excuse himself so Carl and I could talk, but that didn't happen. Instead, Carl just handed me a drink.

"I'm not thirsty," I said defiantly.

"I didn't ask if you were thirsty, Geena, now take it".

My scowl receded as I recalled my promise to him.

"I think you owe Steve an apology for walking away from him like that," He continued.

I turned to Steve who looked a little embarrassed himself. "I'm sorry Steve"

Steve smile, and looked slightly away. "Its OK, now let's just sit down and enjoy our drinks."

We stayed for a while longer and I danced with both guys a few more times before we decided to head back. Carl invited Steve back to our room for a drink and the cloud that had lifted earlier was beginning to come back. 

Carl and I drove alone and Steve followed behind in his car. I wanted so much to ask Carl where this was heading, but reconsidered. I didn't want to anger him and besides, he had only invited Steve back for a drink. I didn't want to assume anything but I also didn't want Carl to make a spectacle of me in front of Steve. Surely he wouldn't do that.

'Maybe he wanted more than that,' I thought. That would be silly though. Carl had a jealous streak and surely he would never permit something like what was going through my mind. I wondered how exciting that would be though. Still, despite the sexual relationship Carl and I enjoyed my sexual experiences were limited to very few guys and I was not ready for anything as wild as this.

All these thoughts were going through my mind that I almost missed the turn off to our resort. I looked back as I turned and saw that Steve had dropped back a bit anticipating the turn. "Great, I'm supposed to the designated driver," I thought.

We parked the cars and ambled up to the room. Once inside, the bright lights gave me a closer look at these two guys and I realized that I should decide right now how far I would let anything go. In the darkness of the club it had not seemed so real.

"Geena, make us some drinks," Carl broke the awkward silence.

"Yes Master," I replied, in a light hearted tone that would meet Carl's requirements without sounding as embarrassing as it might otherwise. I mixed three drinks and handed one each to Carl and Steve before grabbing my own.

Carl turned on the radio and tuned in the best station he could find up here. There was only one chair and Steve jumped into it before I had the chance. Carl flopped on the bed, and I did not want to join him, so I began to move to the sound of the song playing on the radio.

In retrospect this was not a good idea. I was losing myself in the music, but the boys just sat back and enjoyed the show. They kind of egged me on a bit and I guess I was flattered somewhat.

When the music slowed down, Carl got up and danced with me. He was a little grabby and maybe a little drunk so when Steve asked to cut in, I didn't really mind. Steve behaved himself to my relief and we finished the song. 

Next song Carl took over again and began to dance, this time kissing me, first on the lips and then moving down my neck. I loved that. I looked over at Steve who was just watching at the moment.

Carl reached down and unbuttoned the second button on my blouse.

"What are you doing," I whispered,

"Whatever I want," He replied, and unbuttoned another button.

Carl motioned for Steve to cut in and Steve stood up and approached. As Carl moved away and held out my hand, I saw Steve glance down at my exposed cleavage. This time Steve held me a lot closer and moved his cheek up to mine. I looked over at Carl and he simply nodded his approval.

I was a little relieved when the song ended and we all took our seats. Steve again took the chair and I joined Carl at the end of the bed. I reached to my blouse to re-button it, but Carl brushed my hand away.

"I'll have another drink," Carl said matter of factly, "How about you, Steve?"

Steve nodded. I grabbed Carl's glass and stood up to get Steve's before heading over to make more drinks.

By the time the next song came on, Carl didn't wait for me to acknowledge, but grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the bed to dance. Again he took the opportunity to caress me and nibble on my ear a bit. 

"Relax and go with it" he whispered. As the song continued he pulled my shirt out of my jeans so that it was no longer tucked in. Not the smoothest, most discrete move, though he continued to dance as though no one had noticed. He then unbuttoned my remaining buttons.

"Are you sure about this," I whispered.

"Yes" was all he replied.

He again passed me off to Steve who got an eyeful in return. Steve was bolder and began to kiss the side of my face. I looked over at Carl to give him the opportunity to stop this, but he just nodded his approval. I turned back to Steve who took the opportunity to kiss me on the lips.

Steve was a good kisser and I felt guilt as I responded to him. I still could have stopped right then and wasn't sure I wanted to continue. Steve had his hands under the back of my shirt and was caressing my back. Then moved around to my sides and gently rubbed his hands along the sides of my breasts.

Carl cut in and at first I thought he was angry, especially when Steve walked away. Instead Carl slipped my blouse all the way off and began sliding his hands along my back while passionately kissing me. I heard the bathroom door close and assumed that is where Steve had gone.

"Carl, I don't think this should go any further, I am not comfortable with this," I pleaded softly.

"Geena, you will do this because that is my demand of you."

"Carl, what exactly are you asking me to do," I continued.

"Don't ask any more questions, Geena."

I realized the music had stopped and Steve had now returned to his chair. I didn't want Carl to move away and expose me fully to Steve, but no sooner had that thought entered my mind when Carl broke our embrace and turned me to face his friend.

"I have to hit the can myself," Carl announced on his way to the bathroom. I stood ion front of Steve and realized for the first time that he had taken his shirt off as well. I grabbed my drink and just stood there.

"You're a beautiful girl," Steve offered.

"Thank-you," I replied.

Steve stood up and grabbed both my hands and looked into my eyes before kissing me again. Still looking me in the eye, he released his right hand from mine and cupped my breast. He then bent over and sucked on my nipple. I just closed my eyes, until I heard the bathroom door open and felt a sudden pang of guilt.

Steve stood back, his left hand still clasped with mine and looked for a visual acceptance from his friend. Carl no longer had shirt or shoes on.

"I was telling Steve what a good girl you were today, all about our activities" Carl informed me, "I bet he would like to see your newly shaven pussy."

I took the hint and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them over my hips to let them drop to the floor. One leg at a time I pulled them off and stood in display. My emotions were incredibly strong as I stood naked displaying what I thought would be private. Carl walked behind me and put the pillows against the bed board and motioned for me to get on the bed.

"Show Steve how good you are at masturbation," Carl said to my surprise and humiliation.

I looked at Carl, then at Steve, both eager faces surveying my nudity. I sat back on the bed and shimmied backwards until my back was against the pillows. I Slide my feet toward my butt so my knees were up and spread my legs, exposing my most intimate parts. I continued to look directly at them and I reached down with my hand. They both stripped down, exposing their now hard penises.

I felt less alone now, in my exposure, and marveled at the differences in these two otherwise similar guys. I alternated caresses between my pussy and my boobs, wondering if I would feel Steve's penis inside me. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but there was a curiosity. He was longer, but much thinner than Carl and I wondered if he could take me anally. I know that is a silly thing to think of at this moment, but Neither Carl nor any other guy had been able to do that. Even though I worried about the pain associated with it, for some reason it held a curiosity for me.

I continued fantasizing for a while only vaguely aware of these two guys, now masturbating at the foot of the bed. My spell was broken, by a touch to my right knee. I looked up to see that Carl had climbed on to the bed and was now beginning to caress my inner thigh.

Steve soon joined him and I had two guys caressing and kissing me over my body. My inhibitions melted away and I escaped to the moment. My boyfriend moved up and started kissing my breasts and continued to my mouth, now caressing my breasts with his hands.

I felt the moist touch between my legs as I realized Steve had his arms wrapped around my thighs and was voraciously attacking my shaven pussy with is tongue.

It was on, and I lost track after a while of who was where and doing what. Although it was awkward at times the different "feel" of these two guys working me was wonderful. They both took me vaginally and orally and I am embarrassed to say I was a real slut that night. And, yes, I did have anal for the first time that night.

It went on for quite some time and we eventually fell asleep, until one of the guys would wake up horny and start in on me again. I lost the details of that night as things just seem to take their own course. 

Is exciting as it was though, we did not repeat the experience. The drive home with Carl was actually pretty quiet and I felt like I had done something wrong. Further, I hated the awkwardness I felt whenever I ran into Steve again. 

Carl and I continued for a while longer before we broke up. Our relationship was becoming more about fulfilling his sexual fantasies than about a loving Dom/sub relationship. And, I came to realize that although I liked him and appreciated all he exposed me to, I wanted something more. So, my search continued long after Carl.



Geena's Life Ch. 03



I had graduated from Nursing School only a few days before I started work at the Hospital. My Daddy had made a couple trips with me to Chicago, the last to get me in my new apartment- one that was a disorganized array of boxes at the moment. This was a far cry from the small town in Vermont where I went to college, but I was feeling pretty good about myself for making the transition.

I ran into Kevin on my very first day at the Hospital. He was a big guy and a little overweight, though fairly well dressed. He was kind of the type who could be really hot if he would exercise once in a while. He had a goatee, which didn't really work for him and showed a little gray that would soon show itself in his scraggily combed hair. I just thought it was an odd mixture, like on some things he tried and on others he just let it go.

Kevin was the facilities manager. I observed right away that he was a little arrogant, maybe sexist, but still had enough personality to pull it all off. I couldn't make up my mind whether I was going to like this guy or not. Because of his position though, I knew it made sense to get along.

His office was located pretty much by itself at the end of a hallway which was mostly storage rooms or utility rooms of some type I imagined. The door was closed, so I assumed he wasn't in, but went ahead and knocked anyway.

"Yeah, come in", I heard behind the door.

I opened the door to see a much disorganized room. His desk was at the far end, and I could barely make out his features the room was so dim. Reminded me of a cave. 

"Are you the one I see about the broken desk in the peds nursing station?" I asked.

"No," he answered rather curtly.

"OK, um, who would I see then?"

"You the new nurse in pediatrics?" he asked.

"Yes...Geena", I offered and made my way to his desk, hand outreached to greet him.

He didn't get up, but waited until I had crossed the room. He sat there and stared for a few seconds before finally reaching up to take my hand. He just nodded and sat back down and began rifling through his desk. After a moment, he apparently found what he was looking for. He grabbed a sheet of paper, a memo of some sort, and handed it in my general direction.

"That document was the smartest thing I ever did. It tells you who to contact for just about anything you could need. You only come see me when you can't reach anyone on that list- and that won't happen," He said smiling.

'That is a good thing,' I thought, 'at least for me'. I imagine that he'd had the job a while and pretty much figured out how to stay under the radar. He probably did very little and was paid well enough for it. Well, I was never one to begrudge anyone their good fortune. He was at least ambitious and smart enough to set himself up right. Besides, I apparently wouldn't need to deal with him. The only thing I couldn't figure out at the time that day was why I was sent down to see him. I just assumed it was what they did to the new girl on the block and put it out of my mind.

I have reflected on that first encounter many times. My first impression of him was that he was just a bit rough around the edges for me, but someone I could tolerate if I had too. Besides there are some people in an organization, that it pays to be on good terms with and my gut told me he was one. I would run into Kevin only occasionally after that first encounter, usually in the lunchroom, or passing by in the hallway. He was always polite though, and seemed to be on top of everything that was going on with me at work. I thought it a bit disconcerting until I realized that he seemed to be that way with everyone. 'Maybe that's just what he does all day,' I thought. 

I saw him much less once I started the 3-11 pm shift, but he had become much more flirtatious by then. I still wasn't really attracted to him, but with the new job, new apartment, new city, I kind of enjoyed the attention and wasn't interested in starting a real relationship anyway. So I had begun to look forward to seeing him at the beginning of my shift. 

We had gradually become friendly and he even came over the apartment a couple times, usually late at night after I got off work, mostly on the pretense of helping me with something there. I never liked going to bed after shift anyway, so I would enjoy the company. Sometimes we would bring food over and watch a movie or just sit around and talk. 

On one such evening, out of the blue, he turned to me as said: "Hey Geena, I was wondering, you wanna fuck?"

I was not some demure debutante who had never heard the words before. Besides, I was pretty used to the crude way Kevin could be, so I wasn't in shock or anything. We were just an odd pair of friends, and it occurred to me that neither of us had had sex in a while- at least I hadn't. It was like it reinforced the fact that this would not be a romantic thing, just two friends relieving some long awaited carnal need. I was sure I could handle that.

"Why not?" I answered, as I walked toward my bedroom, "Sounds like a good idea."

In my mind, I expected him to grab my arm at that moment and take me right there, in some crude and forceful way. I walked away in silence and entered my room and walked over to the bed. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway, leaning to one side of the doorframe, arms crossed, with a slight smile of admiration on his face. 

'He didn't think I was serious, huh', I thought.

Without saying a word, I stared him in the eyes, while I slowly undressed. If he wasn't serious, I would be making a fool of myself. I continued to strip to my panties and bra and tried to show no expression as I continued to stare him down. He rolled his eyes in admiration, and I appreciated that. I reached up to my shoulder and slid down first one bra strap and then the second. I hesitated only a second, before letting it fall to the floor. I was actually getting turned on by this, but tried not to show it for some reason. He continued to watch in silence, so I reached to the sides of my panties and slid them down, until they fell to the floor. I tilted my head toward the bed, pulled back the covers and slid inside.

If he had turned and left at that moment, I would have been disgraced. For a brief second, I wondered if he would do just that. Facing him at work after that, would be embarrassing. So in mind, I am laying here, almost praying that this guy I was not really that attracted to, would, in his words, 'fuck me'.

Kevin did. It was great sex, but like none I had experienced before. We talked during sex, he would ask questions, give directions, and I found myself comfortable enough to do the same. It was like two people, scratching each others backs and it felt great.

So the relationship turned sexual, though we didn't really "date" per se. We would meet to have dinner or something at either my place or his. More often than not though, it was a prelude to sex. The sex was good and I enjoyed the uncommitted nature of the relationship. He was also a very good teacher. I hadn't expected that.

This went on for several weeks until he found a real girlfriend. We stayed friends, and still flirted a lot, but we had to stop our little rendezvous. Now the only time we spent alone was in his office for a brief chat now and then. We had become close enough friends and he shared much about his new relationship. I'm sure he wasn't as open with her about sexual issues and we were with each other. I wasn't in any relationship and it left me a little frustrated.

Sooner or later the inevitable happened and we resumed our sexual relationship. It started with him just pleasing me and I thought that very gallant. I soon returned the favor. With him I began to enjoy oral sex and was apparently very good at it. He enjoyed this element that his girlfriend would not give him. I knew it was wrong, but somehow justified it to myself by rationalizing that we were only friends, and I was only doing things she didn't want to do. I continued it even as I began to date other guys.

It wasn't just oral sex. Gradually we rationalized anything besides vanilla sex was justified. That sex we reserved for our respective boyfriends/girlfriends. For us it gravitated to BDSM, which I enjoyed so much, but which scared most of my boyfriends. We got creative in his office where I always had to wear a gag to keep the noise as low as possible. It was crazy, but I loved it. The humiliation if we ever got caught, not to mention the loss of my job, brought a high level of risk that I savored. 

Like most things, however, I began to think our relationship had run its cycle. I wanted a real lover who could give me everything I wanted and I knew I would never find it while continuing this relationship. I decided that it had to end and set up a meeting with Kevin to accomplish just that. 

He sat attentively while I nervously explained. When I had finished, he continued to stare at me with an expressionless face.

"No," He said quietly but very resolutely.

"No? What do you mean 'no'?" I asked.

"Just No"

"Kevin, I'm serious, please listen to me," I explained.

"No."

"Well fine, I'm leaving then, I thought we could be mature about this," I replied.

"Geena, your not going anywhere yet," He said very matter of factly.

"Kevin, that game is over now, when you realize that, we can continue our friendship. I would really value that, but in the meantime, you will just have to understand."

"Geena, I'm disappointed. I don't appreciate the attitude either," he stated, raising his voice just a bit, but continuing that cold stare.

I stared back at him, still at arms length. He reached out his arm, palm face up and grabbed my chin. At that moment, I no longer felt equal: I felt my resolve starting to slip. 

He raised his arm so that my head was forced upward toward the ceiling and I lost view of his face. His other hand grabbed the hair behind my neck and he forcefully pulled me down to my knees. His grip on my chin was still strong enough to prevent me from speaking, but I could know see his face as he bent over. 

"No," he said quietly, "I said no."

I felt tears well up in my eyes and hated how quickly it betrayed my emotions. I couldn't speak, even when he released my chin. He stood up, but the look on his face convinced me to stay down, this wasn't over.

"Now then," Kevin began. "Are you ready?"

"Ready?" I whimpered.

"Stand up Geena"

I slowly stood up.

"Put you hands on my desk," he instructed.

I watched myself comply when there was no logical reason for it.

"You have been very unruly Geena, haven't you?" He asked.

"Yes Kevin," I heard myself answer. Was I even controlling myself?

I felt him pull down my pants, panties included. In one motion they were at my ankles and I stood bare assed in front of his desk.

He walked around to his desk, opened the draw and pulled out a batan cane I had never seen.

Still in front of my view, he raised the cane to my chin and forced my head upward. Then, very slowly he made his way around behind me.

"What do you want me to do Geena?" He asked.

'Kevin, we are friends', I thought. 'Please don't do this to me'

"Geena!" he said, raising his voice enough to melt whatever resolve I had.

"Spank me," I whispered, in disgust with myself.

"What Geena?" he responded.

"Spank me", I said, a little louder and with more affirmation.

"Why," he asked.

"Because I was very unruly.......... Master," I answered as we did when we played, not sure if we were playing anymore.

I felt him reach down and grab my pants and panties from around my ankles. 'Was the door locked,' I thought. He grabbed my hair from behind to force my head back upward and slowly stuffed my panties in my mouth. I braced.

The first sting of the cane was sharp and much more painful that anything I had every experienced. I muffled a scream, but managed to keep my hands on the desk. My right ass cheek was still burning when the second blow came and the shock was just as great as the first. I was shaking and sobbing as loud as I could. He paused and I had a ray of hope he would stop at two, but the third blow came and reawakened the burning pain I felt on my bottom.

When he paused again, he grabbed my hair to pull me up to a standing position. It was over, but I was still burning and still sobbing. He had never brought that much pain to me when we played and I wasn't sure what to make of my situation.

He pulled my panties out of my mouth and held my cheek gently with his hand. He kissed me and I kissed him back, tears still coming down my cheek. It wasn't over.

He gently brought me back down to my knees and as he did, I felt the pain in my butt cheeks as the skin stretched over the welts. It hurt when they rested on my heels. His hand was still on my cheek and he said nothing. 

Instinctively I reached in front and unbuckled his belt. It was like I was watching someone else do this and couldn't understand why she was doing it. But it was me, and I proceeded to service him without instruction. It didn't last long.

When it was over, Kevin was very matter of fact, but still somehow caring. We had been professional peers, then friends, then lovers of a sort, and now, very suddenly, I was something else entirely. I was his submissive. Strangely this went on for some time. Even when we each had lovers, I was still his in secret. He could comfort me, even protect me, he could be a good friend, but he was my Dominate. And so this lasted until I finally transferred to a new hospital in a new city.



Geena's Life Ch. 04



This is the story of the beginning of my relationship with Steven, my Master and my husband. If you have read my previous stories you know that I have had a longing toward submission which only has grown stronger year after year. One might get the impression that this has consumed my every moment, but this would be incorrect. I have actually struggled with my desire to be a strong professional career woman and the longing to surrender my own free will to someone whom I could fully love and trust and who respected loved and cared for me at the same time. Along the way I have surrendered to the latter dream for the former need. I have shared some of those and left out a few that I am a little more ashamed of. But there has always been a lot more to my life than those stories. 

I am a rehab nurse, very proud of my profession and sure of my skills. I love to travel and, before my marriage, was more likely to do so on my own than rather than with someone else. I love to learn new things and even taught myself how to play the piano. And I lived with myself, for the most part. So my life was a bit of a contradiction and really still is.

When first I met Dr. Ross, I really didn't care much for him. It wasn't his arrogance really, most Doctors seem to be, at least a little. He was the type I picture working out at the gym and checking himself out in the mirror, grunting loudly while pounding weights, that sort of thing. But he was a handsome man and very self assured. He was a talented doctor as well and like me had a deep interest in research. 

The thing that bothered me about him was the most difficult to put your finger on. It may sound cliché, but he had this uncanny way of looking at you that made you feel like he could see right into your soul. I just felt very uncomfortable with that. Imagine being with someone who you knew could read your every thought. Imagine how uncomfortable that would be. That's how I felt.

So, initially, I only saw him when I had to professionally. This worked well for sometime until he asked for me to work on his research project with him. He didn't ask really, it was more like an announcement. Though I enjoyed research there is little time for nurses to be involved in such things. As was the case in every hospital I worked, there were far too few of us to go around. I knew this meant that the work would be done in addition to my normal shift work. Dr Ross wasn't my supervisor and I could have protested, but I didn't.

Though I enjoyed the project, this made a long day much longer. It also meant a lot of hours with a person that attracted me in some ways and made me uncomfortable in other ways. After some time working together, he began taking an interest in my personal life. Not like he was trying to hit on me, but rather more like a father would talk to his daughter when she would come home from college- At least in the beginning. 

Gradually the questions turned to suggestions, the suggestions to requests. Things like how I should wear my hair, foods I should eat, books I should read, songs I should learn to play on the piano. One day Dr Ross walked into my office and put down a piece of sheet music.

"I want you to learn this," He announced.

I looked down at the music lying on my desk. The cover had "Fur Elise" written in big black bold letters across the top.

'Beethoven' I thought to myself. I looked up; he was gone, just like that. He made no further mention of the music that day or evening. Actually I don't remember putting it in my bag, but it did make its way to my apartment- where it sat.

It was a rainy Sunday and a welcome day off when I next picked up that sheet music. As I picked it up, I remember the now familiar feeling. I was going to learn it because he asked me too. I wouldn't mention it to him, even after I felt I was proficient. He would ask when he wanted to. As I struggled through the most difficult piece I had ever attempted, it dawned on me that this was not the first time I had submitted to one of his requests. I had changed my hair, my dress, my diet, my exercise program, all of it.

'When did this all happen" I wondered through tears of frustration. Was I happy or angry? No, it was something else. It all Started with Fur Elise.

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"Excuse me folks, if I could have your attention for a moment." Dr Ross had suddenly gotten up from our table in the hotel lounge and walked over to the microphone by the baby grand piano. Most of the twenty or so people in the room, like us, had arrived here in Atlanta for a Bio Medical Convention. Dr Ross would be speaking, but whether or not he was known by anyone in the room, I wasn't sure.

"Excuse me," he continued. "Geena May would like to play something for you this evening."

I was mortified as people began to look around the room to see who the gentleman was referring to.

"Geena!" He said, looking now directly at me.

I was frozen to my seat. I had looked forward to this trip for some time: A chance to showcase a lot of hard work. I enjoyed the scrutiny of peer review- a much easier task with a leading PM&R Physician and research scientist. We had grown close, professionally at least, and I was beginning to overcome my initial uneasiness around him. I knew he liked me, if only as a mentor and friend- a very controlling friend.

"Geena!"

The silence of my thoughts was broken by his booming voice over the microphone. Without thinking, I got up and began to make my way to the piano amid the clapping of a handful of guests. I starred at him, trying not to let my face betray my thoughts. He just motioned to the piano with his free hand.

I looked over at the piano, and at the sheet music. "Fur Elise'," of course. It had been many months since he had given me that music, with the simple "command"; I want you to learn this. Never again had he mentioned it. He had just assumed that I would learn it. He was right. It was clearly the most difficult piece I had mastered...well maybe not mastered. 

I looked over at Dr Ross. There was an uncanny confidence in him as he stood there. He new I would learn it. He knew I would be able to "perform" for him. This had been planned for some time. I looked back at the piano: A Baldwin, Ellington series.

I played.

If this was a game, it certainly was one I had not participated in before. Most of my submissive experience had involved some kind of punishment, later sex and often humiliation. This was none of the above. It was a very different submission- deeper some how. 

If Dr Ross had wanted me for his sexual plaything, he never showed it. Was I disappointed? I wasn't sure. He could have his way with me on this trip, of this I am certain. Maybe that's not what he wants.

I continued to play.

Ludwig Von Beethoven would not have been very proud, but carefully, I made my way through. Now what? I sat and looked over at Dr Ross, clapping as I suddenly realized many in the room were also clapping. I slowly got up and followed Dr. Ross back to our table.

"You did very well Geena, I am proud of you"

I nodded slightly, "Thank-you."

I reached for my glass, mainly to avoid looking directly at him. He was doing it again, looking into my soul.

"It's time for you to go to bed Geena. I'll walk you to your room,"

On the way up to my room I prepared myself to be taken by him. But, it did not happen that way. He followed me inside and pointed to the bed. A dress, new apparently, was lying on the bed.

"Your clothes for tomorrow" he said very matter of factly. I will be by at 6:30 to bring you to breakfast.

A mild "yes Doctor" was all I could manage.

He handed me a book. "Your reading for tonight," he said.

He kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I looked at the cover of the book he had just handed me.

"The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," by Anne Rice

What clue Steven Ross had seen in my behavior I didn't know. No one else who knew me professionally, knew this side of me, I was sure of that. I had a new start at this hospital and I intended to keep my personal life separate. How had he seen it so clearly? How had he managed to quietly manipulate me over these last six months?

As I finished my reading, I closed my book, set it down on my lap and stared at the cover once again: The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice. I looked over at the clock radio and squinted to read the time- 2:43 a.m. 'Could that be right? Had I stayed up nearly all night to finish this book?

Why had he given me this book to me in the first place? Is this what he wanted from me? That would be curious because he hadn't really flirted with me, nor shown much interest in me sexually. Oh, he would ask personal questions or make very personal observations from time to time, but never in a flirting type of way. Rather, it was more like he had a right to know, very matter of fact. 

But this book was very erotic, almost over the edge for me. The BDSM overtones were less surprising and more in keeping with where I thought we were headed. The sexual side left me extremely aroused, and a little guilty. I could be bad inside, I knew that. I wondered if he suspected so himself.

I reached down to my pleasure and gently caressed.

What did he want?

It mattered, because I was no longer sure what limits I had: I liked pleasing him. 

I gently caressed myself thinking about the look on his face when I had finished "performing" last night. I had pleased him and he was truly happy. 

How many times over these several months had I done the same thing: Dutifully fulfilling a 'request' he had no right to make? A simple 'suggestion' that I should wear my hair much shorter and a few weeks later I would find myself perusing magazines to find my new look. I had shoulder length hair when I first met him- always had. I was happy with it that way. Now, everyone liked the new look and that made it worse. 

I closed my eyes and arched my head back toward the bed board. One arm out stretched, my hand on the back of my neck, the other probing and caressing.

I was conflicted. I just wasn't sure how I felt about him really. I liked being the 'colleague' to such an intelligent person. He had built me up, sharing credit and praising my accomplishments. I was well respected as a result- and I enjoyed that. It was only in private, when he would do these things that made me feel like a child. Part of me took pleasure in the thought of it, and part of me felt shame.

I was losing it now, growing tired....and confused. 

I drifted off to sleep.

....

The alarm went off moments later or so it seemed. Had I even set the alarm? I couldn't remember.

5:45 AM.

He would be here in 45 minutes!

I quickly ran to the bathroom to pee. 

Fortunately I was pretty organized and had laid things out the night before. I hurriedly jumped in the shower, washed my hair, my body, shaved, and then just stood there enjoying the hot water pouring over my back: Re-living the night. I wished I had more time to enjoy, but I knew he would be here on time.

'What time is it?' I wondered as I scrambled to throw some make up on and dry my hair. I slipped on my nylons, bra and bathrobe before checking the time.

6:22 AM

"It can't be!" I thought. I opted to straighten up the room rather than get dressed. Was this a wise decision? 'Probably not', I thought.

6:28 AM

I looked at the dress. 'Very pretty', I thought, but not the most appropriate thing for today. What was he thinking anyway? I had brought a business suit- that was more appropriate. Certainly he would understand that. I was not some bimbo he brought along to wear on his arm; I was his associate, his collaborator. Surely he would appreciate that. 

I unlocked the door, grabbed the business suit from my closet and went into the bathroom to put it on. Seconds later three loud knocks broke my concentration.

"Geena!"

It was Dr. Ross.

"Come on in Dr Ross, I'll be ready in a second," I shouted, confident, ready to go.

I heard the door open as I buttoned my blouse.

"I'll just be two seconds, sorry I'm running late." My confidence was building. Perhaps I had read too much into the evening. I might regret it, but I chose my course.

I finished primping my hair and opened the bathroom door. He was standing in the corner with the dress in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I really like it Dr. Ross," I offered. "But I didn't think it was very appropriate for today. Maybe I can wear it tonight."

"Geena," he said softly. "I asked you to wear this dress"

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think__" I started.

Dr. Ross laid the dress on the bed, walked over and closed the bathroom door, then took a seat on the stuffed chair by the small table.

"Enough nonsense Geena, I want you to take off that suit, and hang it up in the closet."

In that moment I felt a stronger shame than I had felt in a long time. I was a professional, on a business trip with a colleague, and ready to make a presentation with him. He had always treated me as a professional even as he had slowly manipulated me to do the things he wanted me to do. It was manipulation wasn't it? Or did I choose to obey him. I had lost track. 

'This moment I could draw the line', I thought, even as I took off my jacket and hung it up in the closet. It was as though I were watching someone else, I wasn't in control. I turned toward the bed to grab the dress, but he stopped me short.

"Geena, we don't have time for this modesty, now take off the suit and hang it up in the closet," He instructed.

I tried to stare him down, but he didn't blink. I did. I turned away from him and unbuttoned my blouse, took it off and hung it up beside my jacket.

I couldn't face him. I just reached down and took off my shoes one at a time and neatly placed them in the floor of the closet. 

'Undressing was awkward I thought', as I modestly sucked in my belly while bending down. I reached in back and unsnapped my skirt and pulled the zipper down. I slid it down and out of one leg at a time. My skirt hanger wasn't in the closet, so I just awkwardly draped it over a hanger.

In bra and nylons, I turned around to face Dr Ross. I stared at him once again eye to eye as if to say: 'OK, you happy now, you get to see Nurse Sorrell half naked'. 

Of course I said nothing, hoping I could slip on the dress and be done with it.

After a moment of silence, I turned to the bed and reached for the dress. It wasn't there. I gazed around the room to see where he had moved the dress to.

"Not yet Geena," He said quietly "There is still the matter of your being late."

I turned to look at him. He was expressionless. The silence was deafening. The seconds ticked by very slowly. I knew what was next because I had been here before, and I was defenseless to stop it. I was two people: One a proud professional, ready to put a stop to this nonsense before it got out of hand; the other, Sleeping Beauty, wanting to succumb to the humiliation of surrender.

Sleeping Beauty won.

I slowly turned away, back toward the bed. 'What if I was reading him wrong', I thought. How humiliating that would be. But would it be worse than what I was preparing to do now? I approached the bed. 'Not much chance to back out now', I thought.

I bent over the bed forearms and face on the mattress, and waited. It seemed an eternity. 'Even if I was wrong, how could I get up now and walk away?" So, I waited.

I didn't hear him get up from his chair, but suddenly I felt his hands on each side of my hips, pulling my nylons down to my ankles. I was glad to have my face hidden from his at this moment. 

I felt the cool chill of my exposure.

I inherited very large hips and I deeply regretted that my ass was uncovered to this man in this way. I didn't look up, but I felt him staring at me none the less. 

He placed his hand on my right cheek and held it there momentarily. When I felt his hand move away, I braced for the first hard slap to my backside. I didn't have to wait long. His hand came back and struck a stinging blow.

I instantly regretted my decision. Not because of the pain, but because I knew I was taken. I was His, and I had forever surrendered myself to him. We would never be on equal footing as colleagues, if we ever were.

He struck a second time on the same cheek, and I was reminded of the level of pain being inflicted upon me. Suddenly I wished I had grabbed a pillow to put under my face. Instead I wrapped my arms around the top of my head. It gave me some level of privacy from my face- I couldn't look at him.

Again he struck, and this time I whimpered a bit at the much sharper blow. He could seriously hurt me, but somehow I doubted he would.

Again and again he punished my right cheek, before he mercifully switched sides. Then he continued until I thought I would have to ask him to stop. I was crying now and it took a moment to realize he had stopped. 

I didn't want to stand up, but I knew I had no choice.

"Geena, it is time for you to get dressed." He instructed.

He apparently took his seat behind me, observing his handiwork.

I stood up and reached down to my ankles to pull up my panties. I tried to stretch them out beyond my ass in order to avoid the pain of nylon scraping across my throbbing behind. I was not very successful and flinched as I rode them up and in place. In silence I walked over and got dressed.

Instinctively I turned around as if standing for inspection. 

"Thank you," I whispered, though immediately I was repulsed by how far I had fallen.

He wiped the tears still on my cheek, then stood back and gazed back at me.

He simply stated, "You look very nice, Geena." 

But I heard, "Beauty."



Geena's Life Ch. 05



"Geena, it is time for you to get dressed." He instructed.

He apparently took his seat behind me, observing his handiwork.

I stood up and reached down to my ankles to pull up my panties. I tried to stretch them out beyond my ass in order to avoid the pain of nylon scraping across my throbbing behind. I was not very successful and flinched as I rode them up and in place. In silence I walked over and got dressed.

Instinctively I turned around as if standing for inspection. 

"Thank you" I whispered, though immediately I was repulsed by how far I had fallen.

He wiped the tears still on my cheek, then stood back and gazed back at me.

He simply stated, "You look very nice, Geena." 

But I heard, "Beauty"...

I want you to know I am a happy and content person. I choose to live my life as I am living it and would not change anything. My desire here is to share my story. 

My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is. 

Please don't misunderstand me. I truly love my parents. Even today, when I can look back on my life and find the clues as to why I am so out of the ordinary, I truly love them. After all they created me. Not simply the act of copulation and eventually birthing. That stuff doesn't take much imagination. No, I mean raising children- me, and my little brother for that matter. Now there is where imagination kicks in. I think it took most of my thirty-four years to realize just how unique my life has been. 

My Dad's name is Brian. I was never exactly sure what he did for a living, I guess he matched people up who should be doing business together, something like that. I realize now that he did it very well. You know how it is. When you are young, you never really realize whether you are wealthy or poor. You are what you are, and it's just normal. I guess we weren't especially rich, but we were pretty well off. Anyway Dad traveled a lot- he still does. 

He was always this guy who would pop in and out of my life, and Mom was the steady everyday influence. Not an especially good one, but always there. Still, Dad was the king of his castle, a strong disciplinarian, clearly in charge. He was a very big guy, always with a stern face. He was a gentle giant, who could transform into a cold despot when the need arose. We all understood that, even Mom, so it was easier to submit to Dad's will. I liked the gentle giant and worked hard to keep him that way.

Kathy, my Mom, is a beautiful lady, a typical southern belle. Prim and proper outside the home, she is a different person within. She is a conventional stay at home mom. In no other way is she traditional. She is submissive to my Dad. And, I would learn later, just as subject to his punishments as we were. But she lorded power over Todd and me more sadistically than Dad- at least early on. Mostly she loves, but in my early years she could change in a heartbeat if she thought she needed to. For her, punishment meant humiliation, more than pain. 

Unlike my Mom, I am a professional Lady, with a career, life and friends of my own. But much akin to mom, I choose to fully submit to the man I love, my husband. The depth of my submission is largely unknown to those around me. To most I suppose we simply appear to be very traditional- not so unusual in the Deep South.

Dr. Steven Ross had slowly transformed me from stranger, to colleague, to protégé, and now his submissive. He was a very successful doctor, confident and self assured. I found that all very sexy. He was part of a larger group of business associates, but one I didn't know very well at first. I had had a lot of respect for him, but he made me feel uncomfortable. Steven was just a tad conservative in his ideas of the role of men and woman and it reminded me of Daddy. I tried to maintain a distance from him, but felt drawn to him at the same time. It seemed he could just stare into my sole and it left me both frightened and exhilarated at the same time. In private moments he would say the strangest things, as though responding to what was on my mind. I know that sounds incredible, but it is still very true.

That fateful business trip had sealed our relationship. He had built me up: Made me believe that we were colleagues on equal footing. Looking back, I realize that was a foolish illusion I had created for myself. He had slowly gained my trust. Over time I see now that I had gradually submitted more and more to his will. That weekend, he treated me like his special lady and I loved it. He commanded me to do his bidding and somehow I had enjoyed pleasing him so. Why I let him punish me like some naughty school girl, I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I can't define it exactly. He had controlled me, and I had willingly submitted to him. There was nothing I would deny him, if only he would ask.

And so, from that weekend on, our relationship slipped closer to what would become a true D/s relationship. Though we refrained from most physical displays of affection, public or otherwise, I felt there was a mutual love between us. He had the capacity of gentle passion or forceful intensity. The latter was the most common, but I found both intoxicating. I grew to trust him as well, and that was very important.

Dr. Ross had many social obligations and it was important to Steven that I conducted myself in such a 'proper' way. He spent a lot of time insuring I was up to the task. I didn't perceive this as controlling me as much as his teaching me. He was a very patient teacher and I loved to please him. He guided my career, my diet, my exercise regimen, my intellectual stimulation, virtually every aspect of my life. All these things he did for me in a very loving and caring way. I knew I was lucky that someone cared so much for me.

To our friends we appeared to be dating, and we both seemed to encourage that perception. Most of our friends were really his friends I suppose: Intellectually gifted and socially refined, but I felt comfortable with them anyway. 

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.

Steven's wife, Tracey, was nice enough, but very quiet and hard to get to know. I felt intellectually at ease with her husband and I suspected she was uncomfortable with that. I envied her figure though. She was very attractive with probably less that 120 pounds on her 5'4" frame. Her long blond hair was always styled to perfection. I often wondered how much time she spent getting her hair done, her nails done, etc. She was a realtor who never seemed to actually work, so I guess I should say she had a realtor's license. Really, she was a stay at home housewife, and was very good at it. Her home was always cleaned to perfection and Steven was always bragging on her domestic acumen.

Still, we had all become good friends. I enjoyed our time with them. I was glad when Steven announced that we would be going away with them for a few days over Valentine's Day weekend. It was to be a special weekend and as had become usual, Steven was loath to give me many details. We would be flying to Dallas and going to a special club there: That is all I would know.

I had been to some lifestyle clubs with Steven before, so I was not too surprised when we arrived and had to go through some unusual security points before getting in to main party area. I was a little surprised that us girls were separated from the guys, but was getting myself ready for an adventure. Tracey led me away to a private room and I was glad for a moment alone with her.

"What is this all about?' I asked, once we were alone.

"Don't worry Geena. This is a very special night for you. I promise you will be very happy by the end of the night."

I hoped she was right, but the look on my face must have betrayed my emotions.

"Look Geena," Tracey offered. "You trust Dr. Ross, don't you?"

She always called Steven, 'Dr. Ross' which I found a little amusing. "Of course I do," I answered.

"Then do as you are told tonight," she instructed. "No matter what happens, just remember how much you trust him, how much you love him. I promise you Geena, you will be very happy when the night is over."

"OK, of course, so what happens now?" I asked.

"We change into these clothes," she answered, handing me a white robe. Hers was black and a bit sexier I thought, but I nodded in compliance. "We have to get ready quickly, they will come for us soon", she continued as she began to strip off her own clothes.

Though I had hoped we would wear something underneath the robes, I soon learned by her actions that this was not to be. I had never seen Tracey naked before, but she was as beautiful as I had imagined. As a nurse, I think I am not as self conscious as most American woman, but I wished I had lost a few more pounds. Comparing my body to hers, I felt somewhat embarrassed but my imperfections. I quickly shed my clothing, without stopping to hang them up, and threw on my robe. It offered little coverage, and I wondered how long I would have it on, but I appreciated what little comfort it gave me.

I would have liked a drink then but nothing was available or offered. Tracey came over to me, placed her hands on either side of my face and kissed me right on the lips. It was a long and warm kiss and I was surprisingly comforted by it "I love you honey, and I am so happy for you. I have to leave now, but I'll see you later," she said.

With that Tracey left the room. Alone now, I began to lose my confidence. 'What kind of a place is this', I thought. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white robe was pretty much see through and largely open in the front. My breasts, at 38C were no mystery to anyone who saw me now. Unlike Tracey, I had to fight hard to keep my weight down and sometimes feel like I'm not winning. Size 12 was not so bad, on by 5'7" frame, but if others where going to see me, I would like to be a little smaller. I was completely shaved and had been a little surprised when I noticed Tracey was shaved down there as well. Still, I was uncomfortable at the thought that others might see me so exposed.

I was beginning to regret being here, when the door opened and a familiar face popped in the room. "Ross, it's you!" What is going on her?" "What is this all about?" I asked.

"Calm down, Geena," he offered. "I planned a very special evening for you. You do trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, of course", I replied.

"Good, then come with me", he answered, walking out of the door ahead of me without bothering to see if I'd follow.

We walked down a long dark corridor and stopped for a moment at the door at the end of the hallway. Steven paused, then turned around and looked me in the eyes. I was comforted by that. He instructed me to follow behind him to our seats. I was to keep my head down and not look around, just follow behind and take a seat. He put on a black mask and turned back to the door, opened it and walked in.

Entering the room, head down, I strained to see what this was going to be. I was surprised by what I saw. It was a large room lit with dozens of candles. There were two rows of stadium seating on each side of the room all facing a large open area. In the center of the open area, there was what appeared to be an empty altar, with kneelers on each side. In the center of each of three sides of the room there was a very large ornate chair. We sat on the side of the room without one of those chairs. The chair centered on the left side of the room was the largest and most ornate, the one centered on the right a little smaller, and the one directly across from us, the smallest. A hierarchy of some sort I imagined. These three chairs were empty, but most of the rest of the seating was full, with maybe 40 people. I had not expected so many and wondered who all these people were.

The room was light enough for me to see most of the people, but with my head bowed, it was difficult to make them out clearly. Everyone was in black. Half of the crowd seemed to have black robes similar to the one Tracey had on. They were flimsy and almost see through, but in the darkness I wasn't sure they were also naked underneath. There 'partners' wore traditional black formal attire and they all wore masks. I could not be certain that they were all men, but clearly most of them were. I was the only one in the room not in black. The room remained silent for some time.

A clang of some sort broke the silence and a small procession entered the room. We all stood up. The procession of four men and four women, all dressed more or less like everyone else in the room- except me. All eight had a dark hood covering their face, so I could not see if they had masks on or not. If this was going to be a show, I was glad to be in the audience. I reasoned that I was in white because I was new. At least I hoped so.

The four groups paraded around the room and a pair dropped out of the procession as they passed by each of the three big chairs. The forth pair came to the altar and stood before it. The man at the largest chair, I assume, the 'leader' began to speak first. He welcomed everyone and invited us to sit. The eight in the procession remained standing. Each of the three men at the largest chairs then disrobed their 'partners' and motioned for them to sit down. They were completely naked, except for a black collar around there neck. They appeared to be mostly forty something woman and were not at all concerned about being naked. 

The leader addressed Steven and suddenly, I felt a shiver of fear.

"Master Steven", he began, "Who is this stranger you have brought to our midsts?"

"Geena May Sorrell", Steven answered.

I was surprised he used my real name, but listened intently as to what was going on around me.

"And has she proved to be worthy Master Steven?" the leader continued.

"Yes, she has Master Paul", Steven replied.

Master Paul, then turned to the altar, and addressed the two. "And who will sponsor this new sub"? he asked.

"I will", a familiar voice said. With that, the two at the altar then faced each other. The woman was commanded to disrobe as well and I was shocked when she turned out to be my friend Tracey. The man must have been Peter, but he still had a mask on. Tracey, still naked, but hands now clasped behind her neck, recited a pledge of submission to her Dom. 

I realized this was all a BDSM ritual of some sort. Peter was Tracey's Dom. All these people were into this BDSM, not as a game, this was real life. I was truly excited by this, taking in the beauty of the ritual before me. Forty or so sets of eyes were on my friend Tracey and I wondered how she felt at this moment. Surely I was to join this group with Steven as my Dom. I was excited and just a bit apprehensive.

The men at the three chairs all stood up and walked to the center of the room and stopped at their respective sides of the altar. They were followed by their naked partners, who knelt down behind them. 'These too, must be subs,' I reasoned.

There was some ceremony, mostly difficult to follow. What I did understand was that Tracey was going to submit to punishment as a way of sponsoring me. Peter was then stripped and for the first time, I saw him naked. I remember how good he looked and I felt a twinge of lust I have never felt around him before. I watched him as he turned and walked up to the largest seat and took the leader's position. 'I always liked a nice firm ass I thought,' immediately feeling guilty. He turned around and again faced the group, comfortable in his own nudity. He simply nodded to the group assembled at the altar.

I turned to watch the group as I saw Tracey being fitted with a horse bit gag. The straps from the gag were then attached to the wrist restraints now holding her hands firmly behind the back of her neck. I cringed as one of the men grabbed a leather riding crop and took his place behind my friend. 

'My friend' I thought. She was going to endure this for me. I wished I realized how good a friend she was and felt a pang of regret. I reached beside me and grabbed Steven's hand. Still, I jumped at the first loud swat across Tracey's behind and firmly squeezed Steven's hand. Again and again Tracey endured the punishment in front of the assembled crowd. I envied her in some strange way, but was glad when the punishment subsided. Unfortunately that was only the first. 

The second man took a flogger and gently caressed Tracey's now striped ass. By the way she cringed, I knew, just how sensitive it was. He continued the flogging with several quick swats then silently walked away. I could not see my friend's face, clearly, but the glistening of tears formed by the flickering candles was unmistakable.

The third Dom chose a black leather whip. Tracey rose on her toes as the first swing met its mark and nearly fell forward as a result. Several more and finally, mercifully, it was over. The gag and the cuffs were removed and Tracey was now visibly weeping. She was placed over the altar, her blazing bottom on display for the crowd. A humiliating position to be sure, but somehow I thought she must be comforted by the support the altar provided. The three Doms returned to there places and Peter, still naked, returned to the altar.

Peter took what was probably some kind of salve and began to rub Tracey's behind to sooth the wounds of her ordeal. She flinched slightly as Peter's hand, probably a bit cold, touched the stinging ass on display. It was a bit erotic, but there was no emotion from the assembled group. Peter then lifted her off the altar, attached a leash of some sort to her collar and paraded her around the room one time. He stopped briefly at each of the leader's chairs where Tracey would kneel down and put her face between her knees for inspection. One by one they followed this ritual until they again returned to the altar. Then Tracey took a kneeling position on one side of the altar and Peter walked around and took a kneeling position across from Tracey.

Steven startled me by standing up and taking my hand in a gesture to follow him. We likewise paraded around the room without stopping at each of the three leaders. We then made our way to the altar and I got my first up close look at the damage rendered to my friend on my behalf. I tried to keep my strength as Steven led me to one side and motioned for me to kneel down. Steven took the last position across from me.

I knelt there; head bowed and hands at my side, and waited.

Suddenly, I felt the tug of unfamiliar hands pull away my robe leaving me naked on my knees. Instinctively I placed my hands across my chest for a moment before realizing the better and let my hands fall to my side. I was grateful for the small protection provided by the altar, but felt a rush of embarrassment none the less. I had somehow come to expect something like this, but until it actually happened, I had no idea how humiliating it would be to be stripped naked in front of so many strangers. 

Peter was on the side of the altar to my left. When I realized he was looking at me I turned my head back down facing the altar. There was a room full of people staring at my nudity, but with Peter so close and such a good friend, I felt mortified. Tracey, still naked herself, was to my right. I couldn't see her face clearly but I could see her breasts heaving up and down as she whimpered. I was glad to have her by my side, though I felt so guilty.




Geena's Life Ch. 05



Steven appeared across the altar from me and looked with pride upon me. He held his hands straight out to his side as the same three naked women came to him and disrobed him. He then knelt across from me and placed a document on the altar in front of me. The four of us, all friends, knelt in silence, naked in front of this group of strangers and waited in silence. For a moment I felt comforted by the company of my friends.

The quiet of the moment was broken by a booming voice, presumably the leader of this strange group:

"This Agreement, made this fourteenth day of February in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety three between Geena May Sorrell hereinafter referred to as sub, and Steven James Ross hereinafter referred to as Master..."

I shivered at the sound of my name, Steven's name...Sub? Master? 

The speaker continued, "Witnesseth: That the said sub, for and in good consideration and in humble appreciation of such care and attention as the said Master may choose to afford the sub, has given, granted, alienated, and conveyed, and by these Presents does hereby give, grant, alien, and convey unto the said Master; All of the sub's body and each and every part thereof without reservation, every bit of the sub's will as to all matters and things, and the entirety of the sub's soul; Together with, all and singular, every privilege, advantage and appurtenance in the same belonging or in any way appertaining; Also, all the estate, right, title, interest, property, claims, ego, and id of the sub in, of and to the same in, of and to every part and parcel thereof; To have and to hold, all and singular, the above described body, will, soul, and presence, with all appurtenances thereof, to the Master and any of the Master's Assigns until such time as the Master determines to the contrary."

I was listening intently, trying to follow the strange words. This was important to Steven; I knew I must perform well and tried to put aside all the emotions from what I had witnessed. I sensed, my turn to speak was coming quickly and I was beginning to get very nervous with this strange ritual.

By the sound of his voice, I could tell the speaker was coming closer. He continued, 

"Geena, if you hereby, and without reservation, gratefully covenant, promise, and agree, so speak you now."

Steven looked down on the 'alter" at the document in front of me.

Shaking, I held the document firmly against the 'alter' and slowly began to recite:

"I, Geena May Sorrell shall immediately, diligently, and enthusiastically comply with and submit my full being to all directions or desires of the Master or the Master's Assigns which the Master or the Master's Assigns may express by word, signal, action, or any other means;"

I understood what I was saying, and grew more confident to do so with each paragraph. 

"I shall at all times and at every place afford the Master absolute respect, shall address the Master only as "Master" or such other title as the Master shall direct, shall position my body in a physical position subordinate to the Master whenever possible, and shall speak to or otherwise distract the Master's attention only when granted explicit permission to so do;"

I was familiar with these things, more confidently, I continued.

"I shall diligently maintain my body parts in such circumstances as will demonstrate and ensure that they are fully open and available to the Master. In particular, I shall cover no part of the my body with apparel or material of any description, except when the act of doing so and the design of the item of apparel or material are expressly approved by the Master, and I shall keep my body parts clean shaven at the direction of the Master;"

"I shall preserve my body parts for the exclusive use of the Master and the Master's Assigns, which use shall be the sole and exclusive source of my pleasure, and I shall engage in no act of self-gratification nor any physical contact with any other person, except at the express direction of, or permission by, the Master;"

"I do hereby irrevocably declare and acknowledge my everlasting and unconditional dedication to serving the Master to the Master's full satisfaction, and I unashamedly confess that prior indulgence of the my intemperate conduct by others may have permitted me to become afflicted with inferior habits that may prove unsatisfactory to the Master, from which imperfections I humbly implore the Master to free me by re-training me with corporal punishment, or any other means which the Master, in the Master's unquestionable wisdom and experience, deems effective in directing me to my sole ambition and life destiny of perfectly fulfilling the Master's every expectation of the me."

These things, all of them, I could accept. I was careful to read precisely as written, but nearly stumbled on the words as I continued.

"In consideration of my desire to undertake this commitment for the duration of my lifetime, I shall join the Master, Steven James Ross, in the legal bond of matrimony under the Laws of the State of Georgia on the Thirteenth day of June, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety three. The fulfillment of this contract being a precondition of said marriage, this agreement shall be incorporated into and shall survive the contract obligations of any convention of marriage." 

'Marriage? oh yes, this is what I wanted', I thought to myself, I was so happy at that very moment, I was hardly able to continue.

Somehow, I read the last paragraph: "The wedding ceremony shall be conducted in front of family and friends in such a manner as the Master or the Master's Assigns shall direct. Further, I shall recite such vows, and be dressed in such apparel as the Master prescribes."

I was finished with my part, and tried to kneel solemnly as I was expected to do.

There was silence, then the shuffling of bodies in a well practiced ritual.

The speaker began again, "In Witness Whereof, I will hereunto set the sub's hand, and the Master will deign to seal these Presents by affixing the Master's collar around the sub's neck, on this, the day first above written."

He nodded, and without hesitation, I found the spot and signed my name. I continued to kneel in silence, the blurred site of candles alerting me that I was shedding tears. Tears of joy, I hoped. The silence was broken by the clasping of something around my neck.

The speaker continued, "Witnesseth, this document has been signed by this sub, whose collar was applied and who was delivered unto her Master on this date and in the presence of these witnesses."

Peter reached across the table, signed the document as a witness and handed the agreement over to Tracey. Tracey gently placed one hand on my shoulder and witnessed the document with the other. She kissed me before she got up and was led away by Peter.

Steven stood up before me. The naked women came down and dressed Steven. They then followed him away.

I continued to kneel for some time, head bowed in silence. More candles were being lit and the room brightened considerably. Still, I remained in position for what seemed like an eternity. I was excited and ready to leave with my Master. I wanted the ceremony to end. Finally I felt the gentle hand of my Master on my shoulder, a signal for me to rise. I did so, head bowed, but very proud and excited. I stood naked, save for the collar around my neck, in front of a crowd of strangers. He attached a lease to my collar and I prepared to be paraded around the room.

Slowly Steven led me from one leader to the next, then around the room without stopping. I suddenly was aware of soft music in the background. Peter and Tracey, now both fully dressed joined us in the center of the room. The three leaders and their subs, all fully dressed as well, processed out of the room. I realized I was the only one still naked, but it didn't matter.

I had been collared.